"Rosalind, just tell us. Who was it? We'll teach her a lesson for you!"
The other women all started talking at once, assuming someone in the village had bullied Rosalind and vowing to stand up for her.
Rosalind's eyes instantly reddened again, and tears began to stream down her face. The hurt she had bottled up all night finally burst forth under her friends' concerned gazes.
Everyone was stunned. It seemed she was deeply hurt; they hadn't seen Rosalind cry in a long time.
"What are you crying for? Just tell us who the bastard is! I'll go and chop him to pieces right now!" Phoebe Huxley exclaimed, rolling up her sleeves, ready for a fight.
That clueless son of a bitch. They knew Rosalind was under her protection but still had the gall to bully her. Goddamn it, they were showing her no respect.
"It's not anyone from the village. They're all very good to me," Rosalind said between sobs.
